Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Cambodia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Soft Cell to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Rekid,
Reuben Wilson,
Newcleus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Idris Muhammad,
Organ,
Wasted Youth,
Pet Shop Boys,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Moon,
Sam Rivers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marshall Jefferson,
Laurel Aitken,
Blancmange,
Barrington Levy,
Dave Gahan,
Sarah Menescal,
Marcia Griffiths,
Index,
Quando Quango,
Stiv Bators,
The Mummies,
Vainqueur,
Dennis Brown,
Eve St. Jones,
Easy Going,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
B.T. Express,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Toasters,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Fall,
Connie Case,
Faust,
Albert Ayler,
Jerry's Kids,
The Leaves,
Roxette,
Sonic Youth,
Black Flag,
Stereo Dub,
Maurizio,
Mark Hollis,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pussy Galore,
10cc,
Slave,
DNA,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fortunes,
Spandau Ballet,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Minor Threat,
Deadbeat,
Mantronix,
Hot Snakes,
Negative Approach,
Fela Kuti,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.